One night, a husband—feeling a bit too assured for his personal good—determined to tease his spouse.
“Possibly we should always begin washing your garments in Slim Quick,” he chuckled.
“May take a number of inches off your bottom!”
Cue the awkward silence.
His spouse, nevertheless, was not one to let such feedback go unanswered.
The subsequent morning, because the husband reached into his drawer for a recent pair of underwear, a mysterious puff of powder burst into the air.
He coughed and blinked. “What the heck?!”
“APRIL!” he known as out, holding the underwear at arm’s size. “Why is there talcum powder in my boxers?!”
From the toilet, his spouse known as again sweetly:
“Oh, honey… that’s not talcum powder. It’s Miracle-Gro.”
Touché, queen.
